Category: Musings

I’ve decided to add a preamble to this to clear a few things up. First of all, I posted it when I was drunk. However, I did not write it when I was drunk, I hope that part is obvious.

I actually wrote the post a year ago and held off hitting publish as I knew it would trigger at least a small portion of the community and attract more haters. If it has triggered you, then I apologise, it is not meant to cause offense. This is just what I think has an influence on your daygame OUTSIDE of your actual daygame skills. It is aimed at the newbies just starting out. Despite what most coaches will tell you, most of these things DO matter and will influence how easy you find daygame. I know and am good friends with at least one daygamer who would score minus points on this survey but is still slaying it, this impresses me more and I have told him this frequently. He is getting laid despite a number of factors being against, he is playing the hand he’s dealt. You need to do the same. As you were.

How old are you?

16-18: You’re too young, enjoy being a kid. -2

19-21: You’re probably at University, party, learn some things, try not to get in too much debt. -1

22-32: You’re gaining valuable life experience. 1

33-38: This is prime SMV display time. 2

39-45: Start looking at the end-game. 1

46+: Are you still here?! 0

How tall are you?

< 5ft : Poor you. -2

5ft 1in – 8in: You need to work on other aspects. -1

5ft 9in-12in: You’re average height. 0

6ft 1in-4in: This is a big advantage. 2

> 6ft 5in: You’re a freak. -1

What race are you? This is highly dependent on the country that you’re gaming in. There are many studies claiming that intelligence, personality, social and reproductive skills vary with race. Here is one such study.

White: 2

East- Asian: 1

Indian: -2

Black: 0

What does your hairline look like?

Full head of hair with no signs of balding: 2

Thinning/receding hair: 0

No hair: -2

A Bobby Charlton combover: -3

What is your IQ? This is linked to race. High IQ is not a direct measure of intelligence. You can have an IQ of 150 and never read a book.

I’m going through a period of approach lethargy. I haven’t done a set since Valentines day, almost 3 weeks ago and I feel no apprehension, remorse or sense of scarcity because of this. This is not because there has been a lack of pretty girls around, Melbourne has pleasantly surprised me in that regard lately. This is not because I haven’t been putting myself in situations where I can open, I’ve been going out at least twice a week. This is not because my libido is dropping, I’m still as horny as ever. This is not because I have bad logistics. This is not because I am overworked, stressed, not sleeping enough or getting enough exercise. This is not because I have mouth herpes. This is most definitely not a period of daygame revulsion, I still love talking to girls and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this activity.

I think this IS because I just can’t be ARSED. I have frequently walked by pretty girls in the past few weeks and thought to myself, “that’s a good set, I could probably get her number.” Then I carry on walking, see a nice coffee shop and think “ooooh coffee, I might have a nice cup of coffee, maybe I’ll even have a cake with it.” And I find that I have quickly forgotten about that SDL opportunity that has just walked off.

The big question on my mind has been WHY can I not be arsed. I have been pondering a lot on this phenomenon as it’s very unlike me. I wasn’t worried, but I thought to myself, I know who’s probably went through this – Nick Krauser. I pinged him a message – “Did you ever go through phases where you just can’t be arsed opening?” He responded warmly saying that of course he had, his last such phase was from mid-2016 to early 2018 and continued to offer some possible explanations;

My “Climb the mountain phase may be over”

It could be temporary apathy whilst waiting for daygame season to fire up

Maybe I am the dog that has caught the car.

It could be the isolation of being on the other side of the world away from family, friends and normal comforts.

I think it is a little bit of all of the above and perhaps a few more;

I’m leaving Melbourne soon – This has curbed my enthusiasm to generate new leads as I know I have less and less time to get them out.

I’m still getting laid on a consistent basis – I have just left the Fijian’s apartment after a wild night of sex and am now getting ready for date 3 with Mary where hopefully I’ll get the +1.

I’m aloof and pretty content with my lot – I’ve banged 45 girls from daygame, and around 20 from other means since starting game 3 and a half years ago. Maybe I’m starting to get a sense of what the mPUA’s such as Jimmy Jambone and Krauser must feel when maybe you’ve simply just banged enough women. This may be the mountain that Nick was referring to… I’m not all the way there yet though.

It’s the calm before the storm – “Daygame Season” has not begun. Europe is besieged by a beast from the East and with that many vagina’s are frozen across the continent. It must be very hard to get laid up there right now, except for this lad. However, all of that will change come 20 March, the first day of Spring. As the temperature rises girls will start to walk slower, they’ll wear less clothing and the extra vitamin D will make them more likely to stop and let you try to bang them. I am fully expecting that this can’t be arsed phenomenon will be well and truly gone by then.

So fear not my dear readers, there will be more tales of debauchery soon enough. Daygame season is almost upon us!

I was really bad at English in my school days – I just wasn’t interested. We read a lot of books and did comprehension tests, I hated it. We read and wrote about Shakespeare. I couldn’t understand the funny way he worded things, “why don’t they talk properly?!” I would protest to my English teacher. She was a middle aged Scottish woman (she’s dead now) who was quite possibly the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen. She had brown sideshow bob hair on top of a long but chubby sunbed wrinkled body. She always wore a grey suit and her teeth seemed to defy gravity, protruding towards you at 90 degrees from her gums. She wore bright red lipstick which would always end up smudged onto her cantilevered teeth. Despite her appearance, she was very likeable and had a vicious sense of humour. I recall her frequently roasting misbehaving students with a tirade of slurred Scottish gibberish – “Rrrrrrrrroy, will ye sshtop that the nuuuu before ah cum over there and sshmack ya!” In hindsight, she was probably an alcoholic. A Scottish alco, teaching English in Northern Ireland. There’s a joke in there somewhere.

There was only one book that I clearly remember reading and enjoying whilst I was at school; George Orwell – Animal Farm. As a 13 year old lad I remember reading that and thinking, this all sounds a bit mad, imagine living in a world run by pigs. Yet here I am as an adult abounded by madness.

I dropped English as soon as I could, at 16 years of age whilst attaining the minimum possible grade to pass GCSE level and progress to A-Levels. Then I did proper, practical subjects – Maths, Physics and Business before proceeding to University to study Engineering where I got much better grades.

I never looked back and was never much of a reader, never mind a writer. Yet here I am, on a Saturday afternoon, instead of being outside talking to girls, choosing to write about reading and writing.

So what changed?

I started talking to girls, lots of them. After talking to these girls in the street who didn’t know me from Adam, at 30 years of age I realised I was missing something. I wasn’t interesting, I didn’t have a story to tell. Since starting pick-up that has changed somewhat. I’ve travelled to more countries, met more good friends, got rid of bad friends, read more good books and had sex with many beautiful (and one or two not so beautiful) women in some crazy situations. When you do things like this you soon find that you have a story to tell, you become interesting.

As I’ve made my way down this garden path of pick-up I’ve been inspired by many modern casanovas – in chronological order – Neil Strauss, Mystery, Daygame.com, Tom Torero and Nick Krauser. He recommended one book that I am currently reading…

Stephen King – On writing

I’m only one third of the way through the book but I don’t want it to end. He has a unique style of writing – short sentences – lots of hyphens – short chapters and he uses brackets (which I thought was frowned upon in the writing community). So far he’s told his story from childhood to a 26 year old father of two who just closed his first major book deal for Carrie. Whilst telling his story he drops nuggets of gold;

Good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere… Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognise them when they show up.

When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.

Get rid of all unnecessary words.

It’s a great book so far and I highly recommend it. Another good one is…

I’m four fifths of the way through and it’s my second time reading it after being a test reader. I’ll post a full review when I’m done, but it’s good. It’s taking me a long time to read as it is quite technical and doesn’t flow like a novel. As with daygame mastery, it’s designed as a reference book, keep it on your shelf, introspect on your experiences with girls and then consult uncle Nick. He’s probably the most original, in-depth thinker of our time when it comes to game, finding new concepts and explaining the nuances like no-one else can. This is a not so tedious link to another book I’m reading…

Carl Jung – Modern Man in Search of a Soul

I went into a bookshop here in Melbourne and asked the shop owner if he had a book called The Archetypes and The Collective Unconscious after listening to Jordan Peterson wax lyrical about how great it was. The shop owner didn’t have it, instead he had this much shorter book. It’s been on my bedside locker for almost 3 months, it’s only 250 pages long but I still find myself a mere 97 pages in. So far he’s explained how he thinks that dream-analysis is key to understanding the subconscious, how it’s important to consider all opinions (Freud and Adler) and approaches when it comes to analysing neuroses, how no-one really knows how the brain works and that there is a whole new sector of science to be explored – he’s named it the collective unconscious. It’s quite heavy reading for a psychology layman such as myself.

As mentioned, amongst all this reading I’m doing some writing. I find it easy to bash out blog posts (especially when I get laid) explaining what’s happened in my journey. What I find more difficult is the how it happened. After some encouragement I have started this process and am roughly 8,000 words into a daygame memoir…

Everyone loves an origin story.

At this rate, I’ll reach my 80,000 word target by February 2019. I’m struggling to hit a flow state, when I’ve written something I find myself frequently deleting hundreds of words at a time. It’s my first attempt at a book and I’m attempting to make it perfect, reading about how to write then writing about writing but not actually writing. Talking to girls is a walk in the park compared to this writing stuff, which reminds me, I have to go and get ready for date 2 with this girl.

Hopefully the next blog post will be tomorrow, and I’ll be telling you about another notch, that’s much easier.

Guest post by Xants. He wrote this two years ago. Excuse the lack of commas…

The HB (Hot Babe) Scale, invented by Mystery and made famous in the book The Game by Neil Strauss was invented as a way to describe how hot a particular girl is. The scale is liner ranging from HB1 to HB10 where a HB1 is hideous and a HB10 is underwear model stunning. The reality is however hotness is not a linear scale, there are in fact a much higher proportion of average girls than either hideous girls or stunning girls so, how does this relationship work? In The Game Strauss refused to use anything below a HB5 as that would be degrading to women, I say bollox to that, if we’re having a 10 point scale we’re going to damn well use it. Most girls are by definition average therefore the vast majority of girls are HB5’s and HB6’s. Walk around Oxford Street on a Saturday though looking for those that stand out and you will find them relatively rare. I therefore propose that the HB scale is a cubic bell curve as shown in Fig. 01.

66% of all girls are either a HB5 or a HB6 when aged 18 to 25. 11.1% are a HB7, meaning that slightly less than 1 in 10 girls is a HB7 3.7% are an HB8, or nearly 4 in every 100 1.23% are a HB9, that’s 1 in every 100 0.4% are a HB10, that’s 1 in every 250 girls Of course these figures are only applicable for girls in the 18-25 age range. How does age affect the HB scale? Everybody with even a shred of Red Pill awareness or even common sense knows that post 25 hotness starts to leak out of women like horse power leaving an old Ford Cortina. The exact rate of leakage in any individual girl depends on a multitude of factors but primarily genetics, diet, exercise, alcohol consumption and whether or not the girl smokes.

From 25 a point of hotness leaks from a girl every 2-7 years, indeed with some girls the points start leaking much earlier, virtually from birth, and it is from these very girls that we get our HB1’s in the initial graph. If we say that on average a girl leaks a point of hotness every 5 years (I think here we are being generous, it may well be closer to every 3 years in the West and possibly at an accelerating rate) we find that by 30 our graph looks like this:

Everything has moved to the left, we find no HB10’s at all and an increased number of HB1’s (the HB1’s we had before are still HB1’s). Most girls are now HB4’s and HB5’s. If your bottom limit is a HB6 you’re now shockingly looking at fucking only 16.44% of the girls in this age range. (I think the reality is for most non PUA guys the bottom limit is probably a 5 or even a 4, so in reality for most people it is much higher.) Fast forward to 35:

Again everything has shifted to the left, you’re now looking at roughly 5% of girls who are a HB6 or higher. And at 40:

Barely anything worth fucking at all.

Conclusions

Hotness is directly linked to the scarcity of good genetics The relationship is not linear 9’s and 10s are extremely rare and only occur in younger women, by 35 they don’t exist at all If you want to fuck even an 8 you’re going to need either your own exceptional genetics or incredibly tight game and to be prepared to wade through a sea of averageness. The one thing that can possibly keep a girl at a 9 into their 30’s is probably cosmetic surgery, airbrushing, lighting and makeup which accounts for the hot celebrities in their 30’s.

January was a month to forget. It was dry, not from alcohol, not from rain, but from fresh pussy. I saw a couple of my regulars throughout the month but they both bore me for different reasons and I didn’t even come close to getting a new girl into my bed.

I could blame it on the weather. I could blame it on burn out. I could blame it on shitty game. I could blame it on women’s attitude. I could blame it on the lack of women. I could blame it on my wardrobe. I could blame it on my diet. I could blame it on my sleeping patterns.

Here is one feasible hypothesis from Xants after he took a break from his hibernation one day in January;

I could blame all of those things and it’s probably a combination of all of them. As frustrating as spells like these are, they are part of the game, a player must embrace them and not get too disheartened. There are all sorts of motivational one liners to spur us on in times like these – “embrace the suck”, “grind it out”, “keep your chin up”.

Growing up in N. Ireland I went on many a drinking session, as we’d move from bar to bar we’d say to each other “keep ‘er lit, hi” as we’d drink pint after pint after pint. We would keep this up until we would loose the ability to speak and/or walk, we’d still soldier on repeating the mantra “keep ‘er lit!” until the bouncers wouldn’t let us in to the next bar, at which stage we would get a “carry-out” and go to someone’s place to carry on the drinking. Obviously this behaviour is not good for your long term health, and i do not advise it, but you get the point.

This time of year is when most daygamers take a break or a hibernation period to recharge and work on their value. I can see that there would be benefits of doing so and have been advised to do so myself. But I’ve tried that and it’s fucking boring. I took a 4 day break over Christmas and I was bored shitless. Now I take a couple of days off each week and am always itching to get back on the streets for my next blow out. After a couple of days off I feel re-charged and I can’t think of anything better to do than talk to girls, I often wonder how I filled out my spare time pre-game.

So here are my miserable statistics from the month of January 2017;

Sessions

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

18

73

16.44%

2.74%

57.14%

2.74%

0.00%

0.00%

0.00%

Sets/Session

4.06

12

2

8

2

0

0

0

I went out 18 times, the vast majority of them, solo. I didn’t approach a lot when I was out because most of the time there just weren’t that many girls about. Some days I’d do one set and call it a day, others I’d do seven. I’m still texting a couple of the girls that didn’t flake, one of them replied to me a full month after the close, another told me she had a boyfriend which she forgot to mention during the set and I’m still pinging, a few of them I never bothered texting. I had a couple of idates to nowhere and that’s the closest I got.

I’ve looked back through my spreadsheet and this is easily the worst month I’ve had (where I have been actively daygaming) since I started. Is my game getting worse? Maybe. But lets compare myself to Wayne Rooney of Manchester United. He recently became the clubs all time top goalscorer. Throughout his career he has always performed at the top level. However, he has always scored goals in spurts scoring in every game for 10 or so matches, then nothing for a few months, no matter how much he would train hard, he just wouldn’t be able to find the net, but he’d always average around 20 goals per season.

I’m not saying that I am at the top level of the daygame sphere, but what I am saying is that even though things aren’t going well right now, the best solution for me is not to take a break, but to keep on plugging away and trust that things will come good again. I will test this hypothesis at the end of 2017 when I compare my stats to 2016 (I’m already 2 notches behind 2016 me). Until then, I’ll keep ‘er lit, hi.

1000 sets, 23 notches, a couple of eurojaunts, no meltdowns, a little bit of burnout, swallowing the red pill, it’s been an eventful year and definitely my most progressive year in game.

I moved to London this year and that was the single biggest push forward in my game. Anyone who is complaining about living in a small city, start saving and get yourself to London. Not only are there a lot of girls (even if most of them are 6’s) but if you’re not a weirdo, you can meet some like minded guys who are on a similar journey as I have done this year.

I more than doubled my total approach count this year (its now at 1905). In 2014 I did 364 sets, notching 4, in 2015 I did 541 sets, notching 5. It was never my goal to do 1000 sets in 2016, I was quite close to it with a few days of the year remaining and decided to push through and go for it. I really don’t see how people find it difficult to track their sets. I don’t tear a train ticket, I don’t transfer a coin from one pocket to another, I finish a set and I add them up in my head, I’ve never got it wrong and I’ve never lost track.

If you are not tracking your progress, how do you know if you’re getting better? Feelz?

Here’s a rundown of the lucky ladies broken down by city approached, Nationality and (conservative) HB rating, and the * means “night/bargame” notch;

I don’t really like adding the bargame notches to the tally, but several of my wings have told me I’m mad not to count them. Those included, that’s almost two new women a month for 2016, if you had told me that at the beginning of the year, I’d have bitten your hand off. However, it was a grind to there.

I honestly don’t think my game is any better than that of the peers I wing with. I’ve listened back to my sets, watched theirs and if anything, they’re better than me. Maybe my sub-communication is better than I give myself credit for, but I think the biggest difference this year is that I have been out there consistently when perhaps some of the time I should have been at home with my feet up.

Let’s look a bit more closely at the stats…

Sets

Numbers

FB’s

Flakes

idates

Dates

Near Misses

Lays

1000

18.80%

3.80%

10.70%

0.90%

4.30%

0.40%

1.70%

188

38

107

9

43

4

17

I’m still averaging a number close for just over 1 in 5 of my sets.

Of the number closes I’m getting 1 in 4 out onto a date.

Of the dates I am converting every 2.5 girls to a lay.

I had 4 near misses this year as well, where I had the girl on my bed, but could not overcome the LMR.

My stats were actually a lot better than this prior to November. My flake rate seemed to increase in the winter months and fellow players reported similar results. Daygame is definitely easier in Summer, you can still get results in winter, but it’s more of a grind.

Swallow?

This year is probably the first that I got caught up in the manosphere, I don’t read and comment on forums, but I have taken more of an interest in red pill bloggers such as Heartise, Black Dragon and Rollo Tomassi. Reading too much of this can fuck up your vibe, however, it is essential to know the biology of why women do what they do. Understand the feminine imperative, but don’t let it make you bitter.

One of the side-effects of becoming red pill aware is that you start to want to rebel against the system that you have been a pawn in all of your life. This is already happening to me and next year I am planning on hitting the eject button, at least temporarily. I’ve already saved enough cash to quit my job for at least three months. I’ll do this from April onwards and I’ve put a couple of draft itineraries together. I’ll be hitting up all the usual suspects in Eastern Europe, so if you’re going to be travelling, are not a weirdo, and would like to team up for a trip then send me an email to roywalkerdaygame@gmail.com.

I’ve been advised that jaunting alone can be tough, after all, we are social beings and I have never travelled for this long alone before, so I would welcome the company.

My plan is to daygame even more in 2017 as I will not have a job holding me back for at least three months of the year. See you on the streets…

It was a wet, miserable international daygame day (Saturday), I’d been out drinking to excess the night before to celebrate Trump’s victory in the US election. I was hungover to the balls but I was still hungry, I was not for letting all the daytripping chodes get the girls. It was my 10th consecutive day on the streets chasing skirt but I wasn’t feeling the burn.

It was around 4pm and I had just arrived in central London after waking up late and having breakfast at lunch time. Rock star lifestyles.

I was with the Cheshire Gent (CG) who came down from Manchester to stay at my gaff for the weekend. We were walking down Cranbourn Street away from Leicester square. I’d just got off the phone with Xants who was regaling me with stories of how a French girl just opened and closed him as well as an idate he’d been on. Bastard.

I hung up the phone and waited to meet him outside the PUA Prett opposite the Spaghetti House.

I hadn’t done any sets yet and CG was babbling away about something… All of a sudden I felt very light headed and I started sweating profusely. I tapped him on the arm and said ‘I think I’m going to pass out’…

Next thing I know I’m on my back on a soaking wet Cranbourn street surrounded by about 10 people looking down on me in a circle. I could hear CG shouting;

It felt like I was under water trying to get to the surface. There was an old lady shouting things at me, I had no idea what was going on. CG with the help of some the onlookers picked me up and dragged me to a chair on one of the outside tables at Spaghetti house. I collapsed into the chair where apparently I passed out again. CG ran off to return with a can of coke, instructing me to drink it. I felt like I could barely pick the can up, it was very heavy. I slowly drank it and as I started to come to my senses I noticed that everyone was staring at me, spotlight effect times a thousand.

The coke did it’s job and I was starting to come around to my normal self. However, my head was throbbing, which probably had something to do with smacking it against the ground as I fell. CG filled me in on what happened. Apparently I collapsed onto him before hitting the ground face first. He immediately rolled me over onto my back and apparently I was out cold for almost a minute. Jesus.

Xants soon arrived on the scene… ‘what’s up you pansy?’ or something to that effect. I laughed, and said ‘nothing, i’m grand’. So he proceeded to tell me he had already got 3 numbers that day. Good for you man, good for you.

It was now around 5pm, I was weighing up the possibility of approaching some girls, but I had no energy. I also had a date with one of my regulars scheduled for 8pm, I hadn’t been laid in nearly two weeks so I was quite looking forward to seeing her.

CG recommended I go to the hospital for a check up as I had hit my head. Initially I was reluctant to do so, but I thought fuck it, I may as well be on the safe side.

We hailed a cab and CG accompanied me to a hospital near Warren Street station.

Once we got there I was seen to fairly quickly, well done NHS. I peed in a cup, gave them some blood and they did a heart scan. As I lay there waiting for the results I sent this to my concerned daygame brothers;

I soon got a stream of concerned well wishes from my brothers in arms, here are some of them…

“What did you catch?”

“Soft jesse passed out”

“I wish he was in set, that would have been hilarious”

“Like I said, gay”

“Actually that gets official LAD status. So hungover he passed out but he still went out picking up chicks⁠⁠⁠⁠”

“Medical term for being a pussy”

“You’re probably riddled with stds”

These cheered me up a great deal as I waited and waited. But inside I was freaking the fuck out, that had never happened to me before and I have had plenty of nights of heavy drinking.

As I lay there I was thinking about how much worse it could have been, what if I was solo? what if I was crossing the road? what if I hit my head on a sharp object as I fell? What if I was in set?!

When the doctor eventually returned having examined the blood, urine and heart scan she told me everything was fine. If anything my heart rate was very low which she put down to me being physically fit. That was a surprise.

She proceeded to tell me that I was severely dehydrated from the drinking the night before and that my blood sugar levels were very low. Thinking about it, I hadn’t drunk any water that day, only 3 cups of black coffee and I hadn’t put any sugar in me.

So the message of this post is very simple. Do the basics right, drink water, keep your sugar levels up, get plenty of sleep etc. They are so simple that they should go without saying, however, as I have shown, they are easily overlooked. Believe it or not, there are some things which are more important than picking up girls.

It’s a question I don’t hear often amongst the daygame fraternity, I can think of two reasons why;

Most guys aren’t getting laid enough to worry about it – #playerproblems

Most guys are too proud to admit that they aren’t a magician in the sack

Well I’m getting laid pretty regularly and I am not too proud to admit that I struggle to make them cum. If I look back on my lays this year, i’ve made maybe 3 out of 16 orgasm. My Turkmen who had never cum before in her life was adamant that I made her cum, but I don’t think I did because from my experience, their hole body normally vibrates uncontrollably.

I got another notch last night. It was a girl from a two-set I opened on a gutter game session with Xants on Saturday night. I opened (very rare for me to open two-sets), it was the Saturday before Halloween so all the girls were dressed up in slutty costumes. This particular two-set was little red-riding hood and an evil queen (I still don’t know what she was meant to be).

They both hooked pretty quickly, Xants did good wing man duties and spoke to red riding hood, I spoke to the evil queen. It was around 3am and all the bars were closed except casinos and night clubs. We bounced them to the Hippodrome after a couple of failed attempts to enter we eventually got in and had a couple of drinks. I got some kissing from the evil queen, red riding hood was having none of it and poor Xants didn’t get anywhere with her. It turned out red riding hood was staying at the evil queens place. She then proceeded to cock-block me and the evil queen saying that she wanted to go home. I took the evil queens number and off they went.

I invited the evil queen for a drink in my area last night. We did two venues then back to my place and it was easy sex. She is two years older than me so there wasn’t really any game involved. However, she had a great body, big tits, big ass and knew what she liked in the bedroom. This was a refreshing change as my 19 year old Russian that was staying with me for a week previously was the opposite in every way.

Getting back to the point of this post, I didn’t make the evil queen cum. She told me that she was very close and i just needed to keep going. This is often my problem.

My typical sex routine is as follows;

Kissing

Move to bedroom

Massage

Rub pussy over her jeans/pants/tights/whatever she’s wearing

Remove jeans/pants/tights/whatever she’s wearing

Finger

Remove more clothes, hers and mine

Go down on her for 5 to 10 minutes until she pulls my head up or I get bored

Fuck her

I’m pretty sure I’m going wrong at step 8.

Xants once explained his method for making a woman cum quite graphically to me over a romantic candle lit dinner in a bustling London restaurant.

I’ve read several lay reports from the top PUAs, most recently Krausers in adventure sex book. He doesn’t stipulate if he’d made them cum and I’m not sure he even cares.

I care because when I fuck a 9, I’ll probably want to keep her around.

So daygame brothers, I am reaching out to you for your guaranteed pussy exploding sex methods. All thoughts and suggestions welcome in the comments section.

September has been a quiet month for me. However, I still got laid twice. Here’s the stats;

Sessions: 13

Approaches: 68

Closes: 15

Flakes: 2 (Most replied but either fell off or are still on the radar)

idates: 3

Dates: 5

Lays: 2

But those stats are good, no? They are all from the first two weeks of September. After that I hardly went out.

HERPES

I have herpes. So do you, probably. If you have ever kissed a girl then you’ve probably got it. I have been astounded how little people (this one in particular) know about the virus. This is not a sexual health blog, just google Herpes Simplex Virus.

I attempted to go out last week with a big fuck off cold sore in the corner of my mouth, I did one approach and got a polite rebuttal then sacked it off to go drinking with Xants and a few of the other local PUA’s.

The cold sore has frustrated the shit out of me because whilst I’ve been herpes-celling I’ve generally had very good vibe. I’ve been eating well, not drinking (that much), going to the gym regularly, and the stress levels at work have decreased massively. I’ve felt good, maybe this is also because the pressure of approaching has been off.

Herpes has not only prevented me from approaching, but it’s also prevented me from going on dates. Last Saturday a girl was supposed to come to my place for the sex date dinner and I had to cancel. All is not lost as she is coming around tonight, but I was pissed off, it could have been the third notch of the month.

I went on a date with a Turkish girl who was fresh off the boat a couple of the days before the onset of the cold sore. She has been texting me a lot since to try and arrange a second date but I’ve given her radio silence. Hopefully she’ll come running back when i ping her again.

Regulars

I have been seeing quite a lot of the Turkmen. She is a genuine 8 and will push herself up to a 9 if she gets the boob job she’s been talking about. She leaves in less than two weeks so I’m happy to carry on the mini-relationship until then.

As well as her, I have been seeing the 21 (now 22) yr old virgin and I’ve been pinging a few others including the Russian who arrives in a few weeks to stay with me (for a hole week).

Reading

I stopped reading War and Peace to read Krauser’s latest memoir. There’s some great stories in there which I can relate to. I’ll probably write up a review when I’m done.

What does October have in store?

The herpes scab is falling off and the notch hyena is hungry. This powerful combination will ensure I slay lots of new pussy. I will start the slaying mission in London followed by 9 days in a popular Euro-jaunt destination and finish off the month with the Russian invasion of my apartment. It’s going to be busy, bring it on.

I was at the airport reflecting on the trip and feeling reasonably happy, even a little bit smug. I was about to board the plane back to London when I received a stream of angry messages from the girl involved in my last lay report. I asked her what she was talking about and then she sent me a link to my own blog. Fiddle sticks.

I quickly took down the post and explained to her that both our identities were not revealed and that I genuinely like her. Everything I wrote was an honest portrayal of what actually happened. She seems to have forgiven me after being very upset initially.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, as I mentioned in the blog post itself, a local daygamer saw me walking with her after I approached her initially. He was supposed to meet her later that evening for a date.

Obviously, I did not know this.

He obtained my number from Mr Arr and then sent me a message asking if it was the same girl that he was due to meet. It turned out that it was. I considered ending the date but I thought, fuck it, I didn’t know he was supposed to meet her and she had clearly chosen me.

The local was butt-hurt and text the girl lots of abuse while I was still on the date with her and he also mentioned me to her. When she was at my place she brought it up and asked me if I knew him, I told her straight that I had met him through a friend but I didn’t really know him. She was weirded out by this but she believed me and it wasn’t mentioned again that day.

I bumped into the local again the following day (Prague is small) and he asked me how it went, I said good. He said there were no hard feelings, he was just angry at the girl that day. I told him it happens to all of us, I’ve had 2 or 3 no-shows where the girl confirms the time and place then just didn’t rock up without any explanation. I thought that was the end of the matter.

I saw her again the day before I left as I actually like hanging out with the girl. She told me that he had text her again begging for forgiveness and requested another date. She politely declined.

We enjoyed our last evening together and she even spoke about coming to London to visit me before she made her way home that evening.

So I was very surprised when I got the angry messages from her the next day as I made my way home. I instantly assumed that it was the local who sent it to her so I messaged him asking why he did so. He responded;

‘to make her angry, she make me angry all day’

I told him that was not cool and he quickly blocked me on Whatsapp. Brave man.

So not only did he want to get back at the girl for flaking on him, but he also wanted to expose me and ensure neither of us got the girl. Unfortunately for him, his tactics didn’t work.

It is said there is no honour among thieves. As you’ve seen from my story, there is definitely honour among players – but it’s a fragile alliance. We are drawn together; first to tap each other’s accumulated wisdom, then later as peers to keep us sane as we chart our way through an insane lifestyle. It’s an uneasy co-existence between ruthless egoists. Those who aren’t deeply selfish find themselves value-tapped, sucked dry, and cast away. Like the fabled Illuminati, this cadre of adventuring players is not a force for good in the world; our principles cannot be universalised for all men. Every chief needs Indians.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is, in the terms of moral philosophy, a universal code. If everyone follows it then we make the world a better place. It’s the bedrock of civilisation. In contrast, the player’s code works only if the numbers of wolves is limited and the sheep are unaware. If everyone is to covet his neighbour’s ox then chaos quickly ensues.

Players are coveting a whole new slew of their neighbour’s oxen. Sleeping wth women in industrial quantities is hugely disruptive to the special social order. After all, there are only so many notches to go around.

I win, you lose. The losers get angry

Chaos ensued on this occasion as one of the wolves made the sheep aware.

I can fully understand the local being upset that the girl flaked on him and I felt bad for him. But the simple truth is, she liked me more than him. Maybe it was because I was shiny, hell, maybe I even out-gamed him.

He displayed no honour or self-respect as he persisted to send her abuse and then ultimately try and upset the both of us by sending her the link.

The timing of his sending the link to her was very cowardly, he waited until he knew I would be out of the country and he wouldn’t have to confront me.

This behaviour is jealous and bitter and it is not attractive to women. I honestly hope he learns from this episode.

It was July 2014, I’d just recently moved to Dublin and knew no-one in the City, except people from work who were all much older than me. I went on the internet to look for friends, that’s how it works nowadays right?

I was looking up some meetup.com groups and stumbled across some thing called “Daygame”. A chap by the name of “Paddy Daygame” claimed that he could teach you how to approach women in the street, without any alcohol in your system, get their number and potentially even put your dick in them. Lovely.

I did a bit more googling on the subject and sure enough, there was this hole underground cultish community with youtube videos, lay reports, forums and all sorts. I was overwhelmed with the amount out there once I started digging a bit deeper. I quickly found out the names of the main players from daygame.com and through that I found Krauser and Torero.

After reading up on it I was excited, I couldn’t wait to try it. I looked up when the main coaches were next in Dublin, if at all. None of them were going to be in town for at least another month. That’s too long thought me, I could just go out and try it for myself? Fuck that.

I went back to this Paddy Daygame chaps website. He was offering a full days training, half theory and half infield for €250 and promised to have you approaching by the end of it. I emailed him and he replied the next day asking for my phone number. He called me and we had a chat, he seemed like a nice, normal human being with manners and everything. Maybe these daygame people aren’t complete nutters after all? At the end of the call we set up my bootcamp for 21 July 2014.

It was a Saturday (international daygame day) and fairly Sunny in Dublin. Strangely I wasn’t even hungover, well not that strange, I had no mates to go drinking with. I arrived at the meeting point and I was absolutely shitting myself. I was expecting to meet a white, average height, maybe ginger Irish man. Much to my surprise around the corner came a tall black man with dread locks and announced “What’s the story?.. you must be Roy” in a thick Dublin accent. That was my first surprise of the day. He continued to bamboozle me as he explained the theory and what he was going to show me. He practiced approaching on me down an alley way and then made me do the same to him. Then I watched as he approached some real girls. He got a number of the first one. “Oh my fuuuucking God, this shit is nuts!” I still remember those being my exact thoughts when seeing this unfold before my eyes.

He eventually made me approach and I can’t actually remember my first one, so it was probably shit. All in all I did 8 approaches on the first day and somehow I manage to get the number off the 8th. Some little Asian dude (Let’s call him Mr T) came over to me afterwards and asked me

“are you doing daygame?!”

“I think so?”

“You can be my wing!..”

“Wing?… Ok, yeah sure”

I had a wing. After that I daygamed every day after work (and full days on Weekends) with Mr T (and one or two other guys every now and then) for about 5 months. I was hooked.

So what’s happened since 21 July 2014?

I’m still at this Daygame lark, and since Dublin I’ve tried it in Cape Town, Manchester, Bucharest, Prague and London.

Stat Attack

I’m a spreadsheet wanker. As well as that, I like to track my progress to be accountable and honest with myself. It’s good having wings for a bit of friendly rivalry when it comes to the notch count, but you are only competing with one person in game, yourself.

“Progress is not an illusion; it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.”

― George Orwell

I don’t do tinder and I don’t do night game. Here’s the figures from daygame and daygame only.

Total (21 July 2014 – 20 July 2016)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

1380

242 (17.54%)

64 (4.64%)

58 (4.20%)

16 (1.16%)

Now let’s compare year one to year two to see if I’m improving;

Year 1 (21 July 2014 – 20 July 2015)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

511

84 (16.43%)

22 (4.31%)

19 (3.72%)

5 (1%)

Year 2 (21 July 2015 – 20 July 2016)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

780

146 (18.72%)

35 (4.49%)

38 (4.87%)

11 (1.41%)

I always thought i approached a hell of a lot more in my first year than in my second, but the opposite is true.

As you can see, with more approaches came more notches. What’s more satisfying for me is the percentages. Each percentage increased slightly so I must be doing something right.

My Woeful Week of Daygame post got the most views of any of my posts. It’s obvious that people like to read about other peoples failure and misery, that’s why Bodi is so popular. However, this post is sending the opposite message and is clear evidence that daygame works and it is worth the slog. So get the fuck off the internet and go and approach 🙂

Most of my posts are lay reports which probably make everything seem rosy. Any experienced daygamer will know this is not reality. Here’s a dose of the cold hard truth from the past week of my daygame exploits.

Wednesday 06 July

Post work session, only did 2 sets getting one number, a cute girl from Finland who was only in town for a few days. She told me over text that she had a boyfriend but would still like to meet up. I didn’t bother.

Later that evening I met up with a cute English girl (of Malaysian descent) that I’d closed the previous weekend for a first date. It was good, I got plenty of kissing but she wouldn’t come back to mine. I’ll see her again.

Thursday 07 July

Approached a very hot girl on my lunch break. She told me she was in a hurry to get back to work and excused herself. Meh.

I went out again after work, approached 8 girls getting mostly blow-outs and no closes. Meh.

Friday 08 July

I went out for 2 hours approaching only two girls. This was down to a combination of shit vibe and low quality girls. I got one number which I am still texting however she’s only a 6, the only thing that’s driving me is the notch hyena. Meh.

Saturday 09 July

3 hour session in which I approached 5 girls getting only one number. The girl I closed was very bizarre. She gave me nothing but shit tests, the best one being when she told me her female boss (who was also from Ireland) sounded tougher than me. As she excused herself she told me to take her number. She responded to the feeler, I left it a few days before sending a ping to which she hasn’t replied. Meh.

Saturday Evening

I arranged to meet up with the 21 year old who’s virginity I had stolen the previous week, I fancied another go.

When I met her we exchanged pleasantries.

Me: How are you?

Her: Not good.

Me: Why?

Her: I’ll tell you when we sit down.

I didn’t let it rest at this point.

Me: Are you pregnant?

Her: No!

Me: Has someone died?

Her: No!

Me: Do you have an STD?

Her: How did you guess?

Me: Well it can’t be me, I’m clean

When we sat down she proceeded to tell me how her vagina was covered in blisters and it was painful to walk, sit, stand, piss or do anything.

“I guess I’m not getting laid tonight then” Said me. She didn’t laugh and proceeded to tell me that she’d been for a check-up and that it was herpes. I am the only person she’s ever had sex with so I was the only culprit.

The cogs in my brain started turning. I thought…

“I’ve shagged quite a few birds and none of them have ever cried STD”

“I went for a check-up just over a month ago and I was given the all clear”

“Oh shit, I popped that spot in the corner of my mouth just before our date, that’s how it happened, fuck!”

I tried to comfort her, “most sexually active men have herpes in their mouth, for me I get a cold sore once a year and I didn’t have one when I was with you so I don’t know how this could happen”. It had to be the fact that I popped that spot.

“well now I have it for life and it’s really painful” said her.

This poor girl, she’s only had sex once and this is what happens. I felt bad.

Amazingly she didn’t hate me and we still spent the rest of the evening together. I took her for dinner, we went for drinks after and she even came back to mine to watch a movie and stay the night. Most of the evening I was making jokes about it to try and take the edge off. As she left the next morning I told her to text me when her vagina was better. She laughed. I was being serious.

Sunday 10 July

I’d had my first decent nights sleep in a few days so my vibe was good. I potted about the flat and eventually hit town at 4pm.

It was a warm day and Regent street was closed to traffic for the “Summer Streets” event. Apparently this will happen every Sunday for the month of July. I approached 4 girls getting 3 numbers in just under two hours. I weaselled one or two sets, the quality was genuinely low and had been every day I was out since Wednesday.

Out of the 3 closes one of them was a keen Thai girl who was leaving the next day so that was a no go. The other was a very hot Russian who has since flaked. The other was a hot French girl who also flaked. Meh

Sunday evening

I met up with a Turkish girl I’d closed two weeks previously for a first date. She lives in Cambridge and came into London for the day to do some shopping and sight seeing. She wanted to meet me at 1pm but I told her I was working until 6pm. This was partly true, I worked til 4 then daygamed for 2 hours before meeting her.

Upon meeting her I was pleasantly surprised by how hot she looked compared to when I closed her. She was wearing tight black jeans to show off her ass, a tight red boob tube which showed off her surprisingly large breasts and accentuated her small waist.

I took her straight to the usual tea venue in Seven Dials. We had one drink before I asked her if she wanted to see another part of London. She was keen so we made our way to Old Street on the tube.

I took her to two bars first, both of which were both showing the Euro 2016 Final so we walked straight back out of them.

I knew a speakeasy near my place that definitely wouldn’t show the football. We had one drink there where I escalated quite hard. I went for the kiss once and she pulled away.

It got to 10pm and I knew she had to be on a train back to Cambridge at 11ish. We got outside and I said “Let’s go back to mine and chill for a while, I’ll make you a cup of tea”

She said no. I was slightly pissed off, I’d assumed when she got on the tube back to Old Street with me that the deal was closed. Apparently not.

We went to one more bar, had a drink and I sent her on her way.

She ended up missing her train back to Cambridge and didn’t get home til almost 3am. I was sound asleep by midnight.

She sent me some moody messages the next day saying how alone she felt at the tube station late at night. I felt a little bad but I didn’t apologise, I just said “I had to be up at 06:00 for work, you could have stayed at my place but you chose not to”.

After this she sent me another message telling me how much fun she had and that she wanted to come visit again next weekend. I will see her again as she is a genuinely nice girl and I enjoyed her company.

Monday 11 July

I went out after work and only did 2 sets. The second one was a set I was more or less pushed into by a wing. I wasn’t that attracted and only opened due to the fact that I’d only done one approach.

She hooked straight away. She was Romanian and was only in London until Wednesday. She had a nice ass and was wearing one of those dog collars that a lot of girls seem to be wearing nowadays.

I asked her what she was doing now, she said nothing, she was going to go home soon. I told her I was with a friend and would text her when I was done. I ejected to catch up with my wing only to discover that he had gone home. I should have idated her.

I text her 30mins later and suggested a drink if she was still in town. She replied instantly saying that she’d just got home and proposed that we meet tomorrow night. I agreed.

Tuesday 12 July

I pinged her whilst on my lunch break at work. She was still keen to meet but couldn’t confirm until 8pm.

I’d just gotten home from work at around 8.30pm when she text saying she would still like to meet. I was just about to make dinner and relax for the evening when the notch hyena struck again. I thought “fuck it, this will be an easy lay”.

I quickly got changed (didn’t even bother showering) and made my way to the tube station. I met her at O’Neills in Carnaby street at around 9.15pm. I was tired and it was getting late so my game plan was one drink and bounce her home.

I did comfort for the first few minutes then dove straight into escalation.

Before long I found myself arguing with this girl about society, how it was being ruined by feminism and SJW’s. We got talking about sex, she told me she doesn’t do casual sex and asked if I did.

“Of course I fucking do, why do you think I’m here?!”… I said with a cheeky grin, but she knew I meant it.

I carried on, “why do you think men and women go on dates?”

“to see if they like each other and to meet new friends”

“Do you think men actually come on dates to make friends?”

“Of course, I’m still friends with lots of guys I’ve been on dates with”

“well no offence, but all your ‘friends’ are pussys”.

I don’t know why my temper was so short. It was probably a combination of the fact that I was tired, she wasn’t that hot and she was playing silly buggers.

I finished my drink, she finished hers and I told her I was going home.

As we were walking out she said “Oh I am sorry this was probably a waste of your time” whilst giggling.

I told her straight “It was, goodbye”.

So what’s the point of all this?

It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, Daygame is hard. If you want to get good at it, you need to endure the woe.

I’d be very happy if Manchester United remembered how to score goals in 2016. But that’s unlikely, so I’ll focus more on my personal goal.

Goal

Juan Mata scored an excellent goal against Southampton last year.

My Goal: Have sex with at least two new girls that I have met through Daygame per month.

This is quite ambitious as I only got five lays in 2015 and four in 2014.

Assist/Build-up Play

Juan Mata scored the goal after a 45 touch passage of play, every player in the United team had a part to play in the lead up to the goal.

Daygame (Depay) – at least 3 sessions per week. I’m averaging this so far. It has definitely been a slog in these winter months but Spring is almost upon us. I will probably Daygame almost every day in Summer amongst the droves of fair weather daygamers in London. I expect the lay count to rise faster during this time.

Gym (Rooney) – I told myself I’d go 4 times a week. The reality so far has been 2-3 times a week but it’s still better than nothing.

Read (Schneiderlin) – at least 30 minutes before bed, preferably fiction. I’ve been pretty good at this although Season 4 of House of Cards just came out so I’ve been watching that instead of my reading.

Sleep (Schweinsteiger) – I usually only average 5 or 6 hours per night. I still haven’t managed to increase this and my vibe has suffered on many occasions as a result… I have found that I sleep better when I read before bed.

Alcohol (Valencia) – I’ve always been a big drinker. I’m still struggling to cut this out and it too has effected my vibe in set. I use Krausers’ line “excuse me, I have a hangover” way too much.

Travel (Smalling) – I intend to do a couple of long weekends throughout Europe in the Summer as well as a 10 day trip somewhere. All trips will be purely for Daygame, but I’ll take a couple of touristy pics along the way for Facebook likes/DHV’s.

Work (De Gea)- I am in the office for much longer hours than I am paid. I don’t actually mind this as I find my job quite rewarding. However, I’m half way through Tim Ferris’ “4 Hour Work Week”, this is forcing me to contemplate if/how I could work remotely in my profession.

Performance so far

It started well, I slept with two new girls in January and one in February after a few near misses. I am yet to get a Daygame lay in March but I do have 2 “night game” notches (see Lay Report – Black Tattoed Girl and Lay Report – Cape Coloured Girl). The chances of getting one this month are slim as I have a pretty hectic work and social schedule for the rest of the month.

Overall, I’d say I’m performing like Manchester City (in a good position but could be better). By the end of the year I want to be performing like Leicester City!